My System Is Too Messy

"Where in the world is there a system that draws cards once a month? Where is there a system that rewards mosquito legs for signing in? My dear system, can you please be generous?" Zhao Xuanjun, a cute new time traveler, complained with tears. [Have you met the host now? The system responded coldly. After a while. "System, I've exhausted all your card pools. When will the next card pool be released?" Zhao Xuanjun looked forward to it. [It's really difficult for me to be a European Emperor host...] The system looked at the sky. Others' views on Zhao Xuanjun are: "He's just a pretty boy who only knows how to hug his thighs! And Yan Guo is very good at plucking his hair!" [So, if the eldest brother doesn't talk about the second brother, host, do you still have the nerve to accuse me of stinging? "This is slander! Slander!" Zhao Xuanjun defended desperately. Who believes it?